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

Picture

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

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

but i respect your search

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

Today I felt like starting

currently

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Lift Analysis

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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