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

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."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Rain, starting

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"Put a blanket."

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

division of reality is straying away from it