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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.we can only engage in such a way
kind of mythopoesis
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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-"
all that is to say
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"Put a blanket."
no longer writing in the third person
not their contents
currently
it is hopeful
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03