There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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 in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

like magnets

isaac newton

was it worth it

which magnetises chains of pins

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

and the fake qualifier

is this you as well

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

thank you

Thank you, Jack

its good short few pages

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

13, H, grate

December 2025

not their contents

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them