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

bro i read nothing in my life

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

division of reality is straying away from 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

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its performative

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

13, H, grate

all that is to say

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

we can only engage in such a way

i see a website

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

hiding from the rain