Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Picture

hiding from the rain

Style

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Today I felt like starting

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

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i dont understand magnetisation

like magnets

god being the centre magnet