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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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 was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

plato

propensity within someone