god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no longer writing in the third person
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Today I felt like starting
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."
hiding from the rain
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."
yes
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Thank you, Jack