the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
kind of mythopoesis
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
you have a beautiful account btw
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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
was it worth it
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
division of reality is straying away from it