The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
currently
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
it is hopeful
in a post. I want to be remembered