and the fake qualifier

13, H, grate

"Put a blanket."

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

hiding from the rain

currently

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


i am quite illiterate on producing technology