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.
much more tactility
Thank you, Jack
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
but i respect your search
as in
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Can I see
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
really i want the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i really havent
your feed looks like my tumblr
was it worth it
lol yea
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Better Lift
all that is to say
you have a beautiful account btw
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you cannot feed someone truth