or never left

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

13, H, grate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so an active mazelike process

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so at the end

was it worth it

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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