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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

lol yea

isaac newton

13, H, grate

isaac

it is hopeful

i love it here

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

ahnaf abrar

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

hiding from the rain

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

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

magnetises a pin