but i respect your search
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.