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

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

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

It Will Get Lighter


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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



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