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

isaac newton

Style

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

i see a website

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

but really the thing should be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

I am below everything.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Put a blanket."
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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