Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i understand
no like which do people call me
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
isaac
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
like first name
much more tactility
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
so at the end
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.
god being the centre magnet
was it worth it