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

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.

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

i want to do that too

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 performative

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

its good short few pages

ion

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

It's

dusk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

we can only engage in such a way

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time