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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Rain, starting

hiding from the rain

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"Put a blanket."

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

Lift Analysis

Thank you, Jack

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.