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've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
yes
propensity within someone
much more tactility
was it worth it
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
like first name
what do you think my name is
is this you as well
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
and the fake qualifier
i was tempted to lie about my name
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
no longer writing in the third person
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models