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

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

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

Today I felt like starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged