not their contents
no longer writing in the third person
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.