no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

Better Lift

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46