They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Today I felt like starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

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in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

that looks like my instagram account

bro i read nothing in my life

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now