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-"

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

like magnets

abrar?

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

its performative

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

what do you mean

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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