i really havent

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

hiding from the rain

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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

you cannot feed someone truth

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Put a blanket."

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

not their contents

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

plato

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books