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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
plato
its good short few pages
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
what do you think my name is
whats your name?
hiding from the rain
isaac newton
I am below everything.
sorry i am texting like a slav
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
kind of mythopoesis
its good
isaac