"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

sorry i am texting like a slav

isaac

so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

is this you as well

i dont understand magnetisation

barren land

yeah

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

December 2025

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

no like which do people call me