i love it here
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
what do you mean
we need to be deconstructing our identities
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt