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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
"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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
yes
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46