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.

the site i am dreaming

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

its good

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i really havent

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i really havent

December 2025

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

lol yea

and the fake qualifier

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

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

that looks like my instagram account

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now