Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.