Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"Put a blanket."
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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I am below everything.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
but really the thing should be autonomous
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Today I felt like starting
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
yes
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03