kind of mythopoesis

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i dont understand magnetisation

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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which magnetises chains of pins

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

or never left

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

barren land

its good short few pages