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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.


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

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