no longer writing in the third person


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Lift Analysis

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

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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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

like magnets

all that is to say

isaac newton

thank you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59