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

"Put a blanket."
plato
this will be about a slug

i really havent

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

magnetises a pin

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

yeah

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

abrar?

no like which do people call me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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

I am below everything.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

lol

all that is to say

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


thank you

i love it here

what do you think my name is

lol yea