Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
the site i am dreaming
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
December 2025
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i really havent
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books