I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

kind of mythopoesis

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Put a blanket."

Picture

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

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

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

i love it here

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.

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

i really havent