Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.



a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

in a post. I want to be remembered

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Rain, starting


Picture

hiding from the rain

kind of mythopoesis

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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


and the fake qualifier

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.

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


you have a beautiful account btw

December 2025

hello reader,