Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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Worse Lift

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.

I am below everything.

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Lift Analysis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50