Rain, starting

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.

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

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

hiding from the rain

currently

division of reality is straying away from it

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

fw

Picture

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

propensity within someone

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

really i want the internet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yes

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

idk

i see a website