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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

you have a beautiful account btw

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

plato

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

was it worth it

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

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

i really havent

is this you as well

ion

yeah

what do you think my name is