no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

Today I felt like starting

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.

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities