like first name
so at the end
your feed looks like my tumblr
plato
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no like which do people call me
lol
"Put a blanket."
in a post. I want to be remembered
no longer writing in the third person
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.
was it worth it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
send link
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models