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

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

It Will Get Lighter

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Worse Lift

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

but really the thing should be autonomous

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

really i want the internet

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