I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

idk

we can only engage in such a way

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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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I Write Goodbye Letter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

was it worth it

Thank you, Jack