One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

as in

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.

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

Thank you, Jack

yes

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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was it worth it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its performative

its good

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.