"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
or never left
you cannot feed someone truth
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I am below everything.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
lol