"Put a blanket."

plato

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so an active mazelike process

is everyoneback on tumblr now

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

send your tumblr

what do you think my name is

or never left

i have read not even 1 book

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

lol yea

brb i will read and reply sincerely

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

lol

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.

Lift Analysis

that looks like my instagram account

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.