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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

autonomy of learning

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

not their contents

magnetisation/form

Lift Analysis

i understand

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

what do you think my name is

isaac