The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
but i respect your search
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
send link
like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but really the thing should be autonomous
kind of mythopoesis
isaac newton