One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

your feed looks like my tumblr

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so the method has to be autonomous

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

division of reality is straying away from it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

all that is to say

not their contents