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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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 i haven't really read anything
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i understand
ion
have you read
whats your name?
plato
thank you
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
isaac
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
and the fake qualifier
feel you
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Today I felt like starting
what do you mean
i really havent
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
its good