Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

13, H, grate

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.

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like first name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

so the method has to be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

its performative

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

no like which do people call me