i was tempted to lie about my name
in a post. I want to be remembered
Better Lift
Can I see
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
its good
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
was it worth it
sorry i am texting like a slav
no like which do people call me
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos