kind of mythopoesis
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not so on: yvf(wthw)
no longer writing in the third person
all that is to say