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.

really i want the internet

currently

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It Will Get Lighter

kind of mythopoesis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you