yes

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

which magnetises chains of pins

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

division of reality is straying away from it

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

as in

not their contents

ion

i want to do that too

13, H, grate

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