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


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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

really i want the internet

Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

i see a website


like first name

its good short few pages

isaac

like magnets

in a post. I want to be remembered

its good

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike