Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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.
its good short few pages
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
send your tumblr
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?
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
as in
you cannot feed someone truth
not their contents
your feed looks like my tumblr
idk
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
lol yea
so the method has to be autonomous
whats your name?
"Put a blanket."
i dont understand magnetisation
is this you as well