nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like first name

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

so an active mazelike process

idk

that looks like my instagram account

i really havent

thank you

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation/form

ion

and the fake qualifier

propensity within someone

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.

Today I felt like starting

Worse Lift

Picture

so at the end

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.

was it worth it

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

division of reality is straying away from it

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Better Lift

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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