hiding from the rain
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
we can only engage in such a way
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
magnetises a pin
kind of mythopoesis
was it worth it
no like which do people call me
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
like first name