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

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Thank you, Jack

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

i dont understand magnetisation

like first name

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

magnetises a pin

isaac newton

i have read not even 1 book

send your tumblr

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Better Lift

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

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

lol yea

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

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.

isaac

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

Style