I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

really i want the internet

was it worth it

its good

isaac

which magnetises chains of pins

i really havent

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i understand

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

abrar?

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean