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.hello reader,
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
you have a beautiful account btw
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Thank you, Jack
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i see a website