yes

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Can I see

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Today I felt like starting

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch