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.

hiding from the rain


so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

Better Lift

Picture

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It Will Get Lighter

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life