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.


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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
division of reality is straying away from it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

kind of mythopoesis

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

send link

no longer writing in the third person

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

the site i am dreaming

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03