Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Today I felt like starting
i want to do that too
division of reality is straying away from it
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.
It's
dusk
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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
plato
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.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
as in
you cannot feed someone truth
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
ahnaf abrar
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it