Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

magnetises a pin

13, H, grate

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

currently

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate