I am below everything.

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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.

isaac

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

feel you

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

yeah

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

yes

hiding from the rain

But seriously, thank you, Jack

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