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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Style

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"Put a blanket."

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.

I am below everything.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Worse Lift

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

not their contents