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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Rain, starting

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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

what do you think my name is