"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

currently

"Put a blanket."

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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

which magnetises chains of pins