yeah

lol

so at the end

currently

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

or never left

i have read not even 1 book

idk

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

fw

your feed looks like my tumblr

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so an active mazelike process

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 really havent

13, H, grate

...

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

and the fake qualifier

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

the site i am dreaming

I am below everything.