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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i really havent

December 2025

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Slug

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

abrar?

feel you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

send link

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name