Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

so at the end

your feed looks like my tumblr

not their contents

plato

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i understand

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

or never left

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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13, H, grate

brb i will read and reply sincerely

so the method has to be autonomous

I Write Goodbye Letter

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really i want the internet

not so on: yvf(wthw)