in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

13, H, grate

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

lol

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

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