something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
hiding from the rain
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-"
Today I felt like starting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
isaac
its performative
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.