like magnets
Thank you, Jack
yes
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
really i want the internet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
brb i will read and reply sincerely
in a post. I want to be remembered