whats your name?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

wait what is that

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

ahnaf abrar

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no i haven't really read anything

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

its good

its performative

bro i read nothing in my life

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Worse Lift

we can only engage in such a way

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?