kind of mythopoesis
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
but i respect your search
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
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.its performative
no i haven't really read anything
i really havent
as in
what do you mean
is this you as well
idk
ahnaf abrar
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i was tempted to lie about my name
ion
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
its good