Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

and the fake qualifier

Style

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no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Better Lift

13, H, grate

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

you have a beautiful account btw

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24