"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yeah
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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 see a website
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
really i want the internet
Lift Analysis
"Put a blanket."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you have a beautiful account btw
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
kind of mythopoesis
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?