I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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

we can only engage in such a way

really i want the internet

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

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

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i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

magnetisation/form

It Will Get Lighter