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.
Aboveand behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
