The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Put a blanket."
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
in a post. I want to be remembered
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46