Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

I am below everything.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i have read not even 1 book

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so an active mazelike process

lol

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

as in

yeah

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Can I see

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models