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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

13, H, grate

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