I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
whats your name?
its good
or never left
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division of reality is straying away from it
plato
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i understand
so the method has to be autonomous
which magnetises chains of pins
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i love it here
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
bro i read nothing in my life
its good
no i haven't really read anything
feel you
"Put a blanket."
December 2025
was it worth it
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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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?