2 (actually index). two is company

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.


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter


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

Today I felt like starting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


it is hopeful

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


...

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.
this will be about a slug

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent