ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
"Put a blanket."
its good short few pages
what do you think my name is
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
isaac
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.
as in
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
propensity within someone
not their contents
autonomy of learning
barren land
your feed looks like my tumblr
no like which do people call me
division of reality is straying away from it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
and the fake qualifier
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
all that is to say