I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

the site i am dreaming

i was tempted to lie about my name

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

abrar?

Better Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i really havent

god being the centre magnet

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

plato

no longer writing in the third person

no like which do people call me

magnetises a pin

its good short few pages

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

ion

which magnetises chains of pins

what do you think my name is

its good

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.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate