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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

brb i will read and reply sincerely

hiding from the rain

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

really i want the internet

yes

but i respect your search

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it