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

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.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

i really havent

was it worth it

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

December 2025

its performative

all that is to say

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

Slug

and the fake qualifier

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.

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.

not their contents

this will be about a slug

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love it here

we need to be deconstructing our identities

hello reader,

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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