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.


Today I felt like starting

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i see a website

Can I see


i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

bro i read nothing in my life

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

kind of mythopoesis

no i haven't really read anything


Thank you, Jack

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

sorry i am texting like a slav

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like magnets

or never left


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.