Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
currently
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
really i want the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"