"Put a blanket."

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.

Better Lift

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.

Better Lift

but i respect your search

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Lift Analysis

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Style

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Thank you, Jack

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

like first name

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

idk

or never left

as in