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.

"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

It's

dusk

all that is to say

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

so the method has to be autonomous

bro i read nothing in my life

is this you as well

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

so at the end

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

fw

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

whats your name?

that looks like my instagram account

its performative

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.