"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Lift Analysis
division of reality is straying away from it
much more tactility
yeah
autonomy of learning
send your tumblr
in a post. I want to be remembered
but really the thing should be autonomous
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.