After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

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.

have you read

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

It Will Get Lighter