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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

fw

its good short few pages

ahnaf abrar

like magnets

your feed looks like my tumblr

is this you as well

no i haven't really read anything

ion

plato

i really havent

much more tactility

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

hello reader,

feel you

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.

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

send link

so an active mazelike process

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.