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.

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

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

"Put a blanket."

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

so the method has to be autonomous

i dont understand magnetisation

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so at the end

Style

IWGD

yeah

what do you mean