somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I am below everything.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

you have a beautiful account btw

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Better Lift

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

but i respect your search

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

1

yes

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

hiding from the rain

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