After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

yeah

Better Lift

or never left

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

your feed looks like my tumblr

you have a beautiful account btw

2 (actually index). two is company

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

all that is to say

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

barren land

I am below everything.