"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

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

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

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.

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.

currently

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Rain, starting

1

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

plato