is this you as well

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"Put a blanket."

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yes

much more tactility

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt