My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but i respect your search

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

not their contents

brb i will read and reply sincerely

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

Thank you, Jack

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.