isaac

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

IWGD

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08


hiding from the rain

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos