a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"Put a blanket."

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

13, H, grate

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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