Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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.

no longer writing in the third person

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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I Write Goodbye Letter

in a post. I want to be remembered

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Rain, starting

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.


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.


"Put a blanket."