Can I see

thank you

"Put a blanket."
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 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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you cannot feed someone truth

but i respect your search

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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?

is this you as well

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.