Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
your feed looks like my tumblr
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
isaac newton
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
magnetisation/form
i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
whats your name?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
ion
so the method has to be autonomous
currently
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
its good short few pages
its good
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.