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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

you have a beautiful account btw

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

Rain, starting

yes

but really the thing should be autonomous

Can I see

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

whats your name?

is this you as well

we can only engage in such a way

plato

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

Thank you, Jack

god being the centre magnet

what do you mean

no i haven't really read anything

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