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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Can I see

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

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hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

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