She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
hello reader,
yeah
which magnetises chains of pins
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
send link
ahnaf abrar
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
fw
feel you
isaac
plato
the site i am dreaming
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
that looks like my instagram account
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
abrar?
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
its good short few pages
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting