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.Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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
Can I see
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.