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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i really havent

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

plato

Can I see

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier

i was tempted to lie about my name