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.

kind of mythopoesis

Picture

13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent


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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

hiding from the rain

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the site i am dreaming

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

send link

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the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

wait what is that

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.



no i haven't really read anything