its good short few pages

as in

Thank you, Jack

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

all that is to say

hiding from the rain

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

autonomy of learning

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

not their contents

Worse Lift

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

kind of mythopoesis