Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I am below everything.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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.

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.

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

much more tactility

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

isaac

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

its performative

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah