in a post. I want to be remembered
I am below everything.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i love it here
we can only engage in such a way
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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
like first name
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
isaac
what do you mean
lol
plato
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
yeah