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

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

1

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I am below everything.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

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

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

hiding from the rain

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue