much more tactility
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
as in
all that is to say
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
really i want the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
magnetisation/form
Thank you, Jack
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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.
propensity within someone
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.