so at the end

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Style

as in

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Today I felt like starting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

but i respect your search

really i want the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

much more tactility

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

Worse Lift

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

all that is to say

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

its performative

Can I see