Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
really i want the internet
it is hopeful
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
barren land
but i respect your search
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
which magnetises chains of pins