"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i really havent
its good
But seriously, thank you, Jack
as in
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
autonomy of learning
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like magnets
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
whats your name?