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

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

Style

you have a beautiful account btw

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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