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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

13, H, grate

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

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

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

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

we can only engage in such a way

in a post. I want to be remembered

is this you as well

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so the method has to be autonomous

propensity within someone

so an active mazelike process

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.

lol

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

its good

its performative

feel you