or never left

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

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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.

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

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

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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Today I felt like starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me