i am quite illiterate on producing technology

abrar?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

"Put a blanket."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Picture

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

no longer writing in the third person

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

but really the thing should be autonomous

kind of mythopoesis

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