it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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 

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