The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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I am below everything.

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.

December 2025

really i want the internet

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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.

no longer writing in the third person

division of reality is straying away from it

what do you think my name is