Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Rain, starting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

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

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton

what do you mean

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

plato

have you read

its good

whats your name?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?