Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Today I felt like starting

currently

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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


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

It Will Get Lighter



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

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.

Picture

Rain, starting

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

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is this you as well

what do you think my name is

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

plato