I Write Goodbye Letter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i have read not even 1 book

sorry i am texting like a slav

is this you as well

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

"Put a blanket."