I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
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
much more tactility
but i respect your search
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
currently
as in
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
its performative