much more tactility

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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It Will Get Lighter

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

but i respect your search

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

really i want the internet

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you have a beautiful account btw

in a post. I want to be remembered

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

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.