They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.currently
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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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
no longer writing in the third person
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hello reader,