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.

Rain, starting

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

it is hopeful

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no longer writing in the third person

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged