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

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

you have a beautiful account btw

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Today I felt like starting


brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

yes