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.

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.

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

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

really i want the internet


i see a website

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

yes

Rain, starting

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

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