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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

isaac

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

fw

its good

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

whats your name?

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Rain, starting

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.

isaac newton

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

feel you

barren land

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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no longer writing in the third person

no like which do people call me

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

or never left

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin