really i want the internet

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"Put a blanket."

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

yes

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its performative

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so an active mazelike process

Rain, starting

i dont understand magnetisation

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good short few pages