there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I am below everything.
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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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
so at the end
hello reader,
division of reality is straying away from it
as in
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i love it here
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
was it worth it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
we need to be deconstructing our identities
we can only engage in such a way
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
December 2025
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt