There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
in a post. I want to be remembered
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
...
no longer writing in the third person
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
not so on: yvf(wthw)