2 (actually index). two is company

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

it is hopeful

in a post. I want to be remembered

all that is to say

so the method has to be autonomous

its performative

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

plato

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i have read not even 1 book

or never left

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

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

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

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

IWGD

Thank you, Jack

is everyoneback on tumblr now

fw

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