Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

really i want the internet

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Put a blanket."

isaac

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

hello reader,

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Slug

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

in a post. I want to be remembered

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

but really the thing should be autonomous

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.