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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

the site i am dreaming

13, H, grate

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

which magnetises chains of pins

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

you have a beautiful account btw

yeah

idk

brb i will read and reply sincerely

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

isaac newton

no i haven't really read anything

its performative