its performative

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

Thank you, Jack

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Picture

hello reader,

hiding from the rain

2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

1

but i respect your search

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

i see a website

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.