Today I felt like starting

I am below everything.


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

IWGD

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Better Lift

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i really havent

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17