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.I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Lift Analysis
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
much more tactility
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
division of reality is straying away from it
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i understand
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
bro i read nothing in my life