yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

but i respect your search

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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

what do you think my name is

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

we need to be deconstructing our identities

we can only engage in such a way

its performative

isaac newton

I am below everything.

i really havent

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 in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

thank you