There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
hello reader,
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
like first name
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.but really the thing should be autonomous
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
wait what is that
no like which do people call me
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.