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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

I am below everything.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

but really the thing should be autonomous

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life