i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

all that is to say

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

kind of mythopoesis

you have a beautiful account btw

but i respect your search

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

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

magnetises a pin

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.