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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
it is hopeful
lol
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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but really the thing should be autonomous
and the fake qualifier
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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i love it here
magnetisation/form