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

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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.

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

Today I felt like starting

kind of mythopoesis

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

Lift Analysis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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