One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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"Put a blanket."

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

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

hello reader,

Slug

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Lift Analysis

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

1

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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December 2025

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life