Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you cannot feed someone truth

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

IWGD

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Picture

but i respect your search

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i see a website

send link

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

is everyoneback on tumblr now

isaac

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.