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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Put a blanket."

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Worse Lift

13, H, grate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

idk

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine