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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

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.

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.

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Rain, starting

isaac

its good

what do you mean

you have a beautiful account btw

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

thank you