My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Better Lift

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

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.