the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
not so on: yvf(wthw)
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Today I felt like starting
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.