One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then