i love it here
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
hiding from the rain
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
really i want the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49