Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Picture

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

but i respect your search

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you have a beautiful account btw

hiding from the rain

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

whats your name?

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

sorry i am texting like a slav