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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in 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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

you have a beautiful account btw

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

is this you as well

have you read

its good

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you think my name is

not their contents

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation/form

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i see a website

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah