He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

"Put a blanket."

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.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Rain, starting

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

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

...

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

...

Today I felt like starting

I Write Goodbye Letter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

not so on: yvf(wthw)