They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
you have a beautiful account btw
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
lol yea
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.