Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.no longer writing in the third person
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
so at the end
isaac newton
its performative
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
like first name
plato
barren land
not their contents
no i haven't really read anything
have you read
autonomy of learning
lol