"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
autonomy of learning
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Can I see
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.