Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
hiding from the rain
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
no longer writing in the third person
you have a beautiful account btw
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
not their contents
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?