isaac newton
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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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-"
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.
currently
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and the fake qualifier
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.