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.
its good
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
isaac newton
"Put a blanket."
i have read not even 1 book
all that is to say
magnetises a pin
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
sorry i am texting like a slav
division of reality is straying away from it
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
what do you mean
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models