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.

IWGD

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

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

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It Will Get Lighter

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

I Write Goodbye Letter

i really havent

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

so an active mazelike process

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate