i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
"Put a blanket."
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.