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. 

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Can I see

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

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


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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

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

lol

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

plato

i understand

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it