Today I felt like starting

Rain, starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

Thank you, Jack

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

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

yes

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

Better Lift

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


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt