One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it is hopeful

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

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

yes

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

currently

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

have you read

division of reality is straying away from it