plato

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

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