to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
its good
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
magnetisation/form
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
so at the end
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
ion
and the fake qualifier
barren land