I am below everything.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.