no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter


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

"Put a blanket."

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

currently

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Picture

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

and the fake qualifier

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it