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."Put a blanket."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
like magnets
like first name
December 2025
not so on: yvf(wthw)
really i want the internet
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.