i understand

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

as in

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

It Will Get Lighter

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

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.

magnetisation/form

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

no longer writing in the third person

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

13, H, grate

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

you cannot feed someone truth

Can I see