not their contents

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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. 

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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

what do you mean

I am below everything.

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

Today I felt like starting

much more tactility

thank you

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

no i haven't really read anything

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

abrar?

its good

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

as in