kind of mythopoesis
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no longer writing in the third person
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."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
not their contents
Today I felt like starting
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
all that is to say
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
its performative
you have a beautiful account btw
it is hopeful
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting