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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so at the end
but i respect your search
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
so an active mazelike process
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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak