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

really i want the internet

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

no longer writing in the third person

Style


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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

that looks like my instagram account

as in

isaac

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so an active mazelike process