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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

It's

dusk

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life