yes

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely


i am quite illiterate on producing technology

currently

Worse Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Style

and the fake qualifier

really i want the internet