Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no i haven't really read anything

its good

fw

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

division of reality is straying away from it

sorry i am texting like a slav

abrar?

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

is this you as well

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.

isaac

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet