FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

13, H, grate

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

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.

It Will Get Lighter