It Will Get Lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but i respect your search

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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Put a blanket."

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

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

Better Lift

abrar?

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

isaac

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

ion