brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

propensity within someone

Better Lift

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

not so on: yvf(wthw)

all that is to say

IWGD

not their contents

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Rain, starting

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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