a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

currently

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.

Better Lift

autonomy of learning

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

barren land

i dont understand magnetisation

propensity within someone

Lift Analysis

magnetisation/form

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i want to do that too

you cannot feed someone truth

ion

i love it here

13, H, grate

what do you mean