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.

hiding from the rain


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thank you, Jack

it is hopeful

like magnets

i want to do that too


propensity within someone

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

what do you mean

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i see a website

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

ion

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.


Picture

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

we want to live the knowledge too live the content