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

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

it is hopeful

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

god being the centre magnet

"Put a blanket."

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