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.

wait what is that

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

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

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

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

propensity within someone

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone truth