I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

currently

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

its performative

yes

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we can only engage in such a way

like first name

have you read

that looks like my instagram account

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.

"Put a blanket."

send your tumblr

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

no i haven't really read anything

Can I see

abrar?