After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thank you, Jack

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

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

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