And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

what do you mean

not so on: yvf(wthw)

bro i read nothing in my life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It Will Get Lighter

that looks like my instagram account

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

all that is to say

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

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

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.

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them