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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

hello reader,

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

It Will Get Lighter

Slug

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.

was it worth it

...

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

wait what is that

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.

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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