Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
it is hopeful
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
currently
not their contents
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
Today I felt like starting