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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Picture

is this you as well

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

god being the centre magnet

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

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

have you read

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

yeah

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you mean