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.

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

13, H, grate

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

what do you mean

i love it here

god being the centre magnet

I Write Goodbye Letter

i understand

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation