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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

what do you think my name is

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

magnetises a pin

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

or never left

thank you

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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.