"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

currently

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

IWGD

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

what do you mean

we need to be deconstructing our identities

all that is to say

no like which do people call me

abrar?

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

feel you

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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Lift Analysis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt