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.

is this you as well

i have read not even 1 book

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

much more tactility

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you have a beautiful account btw

so at the end

so an active mazelike process

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

you cannot feed someone truth

yeah

Slug

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

send link

and the fake qualifier

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books