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.

I am below everything.

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

yeah

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

not their contents

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

autonomy of learning

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.

lol

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

plato

i understand

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

which magnetises chains of pins

that looks like my instagram account

much more tactility