I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

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"Put a blanket."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

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

lol

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

propensity within someone

its performative

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter