The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
...
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
the site i am dreaming
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
send link
its performative