as in

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

13, H, grate

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

Lift Analysis

but really the thing should be autonomous

Can I see

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Rain, starting

Thank you, Jack

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

whats your name?

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

and the fake qualifier

its good short few pages

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

feel you

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.