I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
hiding from the rain
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it is hopeful
Better Lift
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
and the fake qualifier
i have read not even 1 book
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
no like which do people call me
December 2025
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
"Put a blanket."
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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