a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i love it here

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.