I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
currently
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
yes
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46