Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

currently

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

its good short few pages

ion

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.

December 2025

"Put a blanket."

wait what is that

its good

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

have you read

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

it is hopeful

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

what do you mean

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

no i haven't really read anything

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

plato