I Write Goodbye Letter

like first name

its performative

division of reality is straying away from it

much more tactility

was it worth it

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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

it is hopeful

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i really havent

is this you as well

wait what is that

plato

what do you think my name is

...

feel you

currently

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

It Will Get Lighter

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.

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life