There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
as in
i have read not even 1 book
abrar?
much more tactility
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
was it worth it
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting