There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no longer writing in the third person
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Can I see
currently
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
plato
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
much more tactility
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
like first name
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i have read not even 1 book