"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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Rain, starting

Worse Lift

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

lol

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

like first name

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

thank you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

isaac newton

so at the end

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.