There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i have read not even 1 book
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i understand