There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so at the end
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its performative
which magnetises chains of pins
i was tempted to lie about my name
propensity within someone
abrar?
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
that looks like my instagram account
was it worth it
...
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
its good
no longer writing in the third person
or never left
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class