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.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
yeah
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
is this you as well
all that is to say
in a post. I want to be remembered
lol
division of reality is straying away from it
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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever