I am below everything.

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

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

like first name

bro i read nothing in my life

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

abrar?

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

what do you think my name is

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

plato

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

brb i will read and reply sincerely

its good

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

really i want the internet

i was tempted to lie about my name

...

but i respect your search

its good short few pages