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.
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
much more tactility
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
Can I see
thank you
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
god being the centre magnet
like first name
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
barren land