i was tempted to lie about my name

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

currently

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i see a website

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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