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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

have you read

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

its good short few pages

send your tumblr

its good

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

lol yea

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

yeah

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

isaac

god being the centre magnet


like magnets

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I Write Goodbye Letter