Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

barren land

whats your name?

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Thank you, Jack

i see a website

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
"Put a blanket."

what do you mean

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

...

this will be about a slug