all that is to say
it is hopeful
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
kind of mythopoesis
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
plato
i dont understand magnetisation
as in
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
not their contents
you have a beautiful account btw