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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Today I felt like starting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I am below everything.