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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

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

hello reader,

division of reality is straying away from it

Lift Analysis

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

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not their contents

and the fake qualifier

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Slug

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

sorry i am texting like a slav

i really havent

like first name

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you