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.She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.or never left
we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i understand
that looks like my instagram account
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
no like which do people call me
bro i read nothing in my life
as in
is this you as well
i love it here
much more tactility
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
what do you think my name is