I am below everything.

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Style

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

no longer writing in the third person