Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

yeah

plato

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

is this you as well

so the method has to be autonomous

like first name

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and the fake qualifier

i have read not even 1 book

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.

...

i really havent

ahnaf abrar

abrar?

bro i read nothing in my life

that looks like my instagram account

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

and the fake qualifier

division of reality is straying away from it

Slug

was it worth it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.