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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

hiding from the rain

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

was it worth it

as in

idk

Style

lol

we can only engage in such a way

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i love it here

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

is this you as well

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

It Will Get Lighter

i have read not even 1 book

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

barren land

yeah