kind of mythopoesis

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

i see a website

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i dont understand magnetisation

hello reader,