no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

but i respect your search

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

...

i really havent

it is hopeful

yeah

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Worse Lift

fw