Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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

Thank you, Jack



fw

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

December 2025

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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate