"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
the site i am dreaming
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Today I felt like starting
i really havent
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"Put a blanket."
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
bro i read nothing in my life
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
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.
Better Lift