"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
barren land
yes
"Put a blanket."
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
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
whats your name?
yeah
all that is to say
or never left
have you read
i have read not even 1 book
autonomy of learning
like first name
magnetisation/form
you have a beautiful account btw
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.