way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

really i want the internet

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you cannot feed someone truth

its good short few pages

ion

send link

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

what do you think my name is

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

feel you

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

as in

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

isaac

you have a beautiful account btw

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

and the fake qualifier