There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
"Put a blanket."
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
But seriously, thank you, Jack
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
in a post. I want to be remembered
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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