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.

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

Worse Lift

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

much more tactility

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

lol

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

division of reality is straying away from it

I am below everything.

or never left

and the fake qualifier

is this you as well

i was tempted to lie about my name