I am below everything.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Better Lift
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Put a blanket."
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24