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

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.

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Better Lift

IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

no i haven't really read anything

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

bro i read nothing in my life

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

was it worth it

It's

dusk

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