really i want the internet
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
currently
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
it is hopeful
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03