Pimlico Rats

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

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

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was it worth it

send your tumblr

feel you

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

abrar?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

its good short few pages

isaac

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf abrar

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you