idk
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
bro i read nothing in my life
hiding from the rain
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
or never left
is this you as well
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
its good
its good short few pages