plato

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.

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack

what do you think my name is

i really havent

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

thank you

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

send link

so the method has to be autonomous

whats your name?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

feel you

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.