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
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
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you have a beautiful account btw
December 2025
hello reader,