She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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much more tactility

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

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

ahnaf abrar

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

no like which do people call me

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

bro i read nothing in my life

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

like first name

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

plato

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

abrar?