He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

i see a website

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Better Lift

"Put a blanket."

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.