One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
"Put a blanket."
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
all that is to say
no longer writing in the third person
the site i am dreaming
as in
hiding from the rain
magnetisation/form