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 am below everything.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

i really havent

is this you as well

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

and the fake qualifier