We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

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.

hiding from the rain

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

isaac

i want to do that too

yeah

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

plato

which magnetises chains of pins

division of reality is straying away from it

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

lol yea

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

we want to live the knowledge too live the content