One of the birds shoots out of 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.

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

Rain, starting

hiding from the rain

"Put a blanket."

no like which do people call me

not their contents

your feed looks like my tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

Lift Analysis

Today I felt like starting

isaac newton

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

whats your name?

its good

no i haven't really read anything

so the method has to be autonomous

sorry i am texting like a slav

i dont understand magnetisation