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.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Better Lift
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
it is hopeful
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
that looks like my instagram account
i really havent
bro i read nothing in my life
the site i am dreaming
lol yea
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
yeah
i was tempted to lie about my name
i have read not even 1 book
no i haven't really read anything
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
"Put a blanket."