Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
I am below everything.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thank you, Jack
its performative
what do you think my name is
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
propensity within someone
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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 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.
you cannot feed someone truth
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
yeah
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
send your tumblr
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?