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

hiding from the rain

Worse Lift


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

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.

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"Put a blanket."

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.


i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

wait what is that

autonomy of learning