She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

what do you think my name is

you have a beautiful account btw

but really the thing should be autonomous

Style

Rain, starting


really i want the internet

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you


a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it



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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

but i respect your search

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

plato

is everyoneback on tumblr now