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.

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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.

...

was it worth it

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

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wait what is that

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

you cannot feed someone truth

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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