There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
so at the end
fw
we need to be deconstructing our identities
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
brb i will read and reply sincerely
thank you
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i see a website
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no like which do people call me
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
hiding from the rain
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
sorry i am texting like a slav
feel you
i dont understand magnetisation
plato
what do you mean
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
bro i read nothing in my life
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
yeah
was it worth it