a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I am below everything.
magnetisation/form
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
no longer writing in the third person
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
you have a beautiful account btw
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
but i respect your search
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.