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

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

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.

IWGD

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

It's

dusk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

really i want the internet

kind of mythopoesis

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: