I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

that looks like my instagram account

barren land

what do you mean

i dont understand magnetisation

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i really havent

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

what do you think my name is

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

feel you

or never left

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