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.

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

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Rain, starting

like first name

the site i am dreaming

thank you

ahnaf abrar

its good

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i love it here

much more tactility

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift