"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Rain, starting


wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

kind of mythopoesis

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.