Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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.



It Will Get Lighter

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.


and the fake qualifier

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

which magnetises chains of pins

i understand

was it worth it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

send link

was it worth it

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


its good short few pages

I am below everything.

is this you as well

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

idk

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.