Rain, starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

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It Will Get Lighter

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

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

so an active mazelike process

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

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