i have read not even 1 book

Rain, starting

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I am below everything.

really i want the internet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

kind of mythopoesis

but i respect your search

i see a website

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.