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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

abrar?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

god being the centre magnet

was it worth it

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 Will Get Lighter

its good short few pages

no i haven't really read anything

wait what is that

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