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

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it