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-"
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
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