Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no i haven't really read anything
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
thank you
what do you think my name is
what do you mean
like first name
abrar?
god being the centre magnet
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
isaac newton
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
was it worth it
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50