currently

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful


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


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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

kind of mythopoesis

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Lift Analysis

no longer writing in the third person

Style

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thank you, Jack

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.

it is hopeful

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?