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.

Picture

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

Worse Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thank you, Jack

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

not their contents

i really havent

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

isaac newton

have you read

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

isaac

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.