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

It Will Get Lighter

        13       |
                |
                |
            H   |
                |
                |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
                |

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

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

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

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Better Lift

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

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

you have a beautiful account btw

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

December 2025