One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Better Lift

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

i see a website

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

hiding from the rain