lol

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

autonomy of learning

like magnets


We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

I Write Goodbye Letter

I am below everything.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

currently

it is hopeful


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

this will be about a slug

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


It Will Get Lighter

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.

bro i read nothing in my life