yes

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

so the method has to be autonomous

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

what do you think my name is

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?

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

IWGD

feel you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

yeah

"Put a blanket."

its performative

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no like which do people call me

i understand

ahnaf abrar

lol yea

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

we can only engage in such a way

i really havent

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i have read not even 1 book