They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

plato

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i want to do that too

like first name

god being the centre magnet

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

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

Can I see

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