Rain, starting

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.

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

like first name

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

division of reality is straying away from it

ahnaf abrar

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

what do you think my name is

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

is this you as well

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

propensity within someone

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

sorry i am texting like a slav