a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

Rain, starting


currently

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.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

like magnets

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good short few pages

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

Picture

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13