with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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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.

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

as in

Thank you, Jack

plato

all that is to say

is this you as well

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

much more tactility

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

autonomy of learning