Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Slug

December 2025

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books