Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
kind of mythopoesis