so an active mazelike process

as in

i love it here

sorry i am texting like a slav

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

its good

ion

December 2025

have you read

its good

what do you mean

i was tempted to lie about my name

plato

no like which do people call me

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.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

the site i am dreaming

plato

feel you