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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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13, H, grate

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Picture

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

send your tumblr

idk

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

as in

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.