Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
hiding from the rain
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Better Lift
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
but really the thing should be autonomous
"Put a blanket."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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.
the site i am dreaming
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books