a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

Better Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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 i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i see a website

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

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