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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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
It Will Get Lighter
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.