"Put a blanket."
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
December 2025
no like which do people call me
its good short few pages
we need to be deconstructing our identities
barren land
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
plato
sorry i am texting like a slav
i really havent
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i understand
no i haven't really read anything
or never left
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
plato
yeah
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.