hello reader,
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good short few pages
what do you think my name is
isaac
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.no i haven't really read anything
ahnaf abrar
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
and the fake qualifier
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
so the method has to be autonomous
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
brb i will read and reply sincerely