in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

its performative

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike