Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

kind of mythopoesis

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

13, H, grate

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak


"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

like magnets

its performative

no like which do people call me

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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

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

not their contents

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

as in