"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it is hopeful

what do you mean

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.


god being the centre magnet

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

plato

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

yeah

lol yea

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

your feed looks like my tumblr

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

so at the end

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i was tempted to lie about my name

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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.