I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.ahnaf abrar
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like first name
really i want the internet
feel you
i understand
bro i read nothing in my life
abrar?