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.
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
like first name
was it worth it
in a post. I want to be remembered
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i really havent
wait what is that
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i really havent
god being the centre magnet
idk