no longer writing in the third person

really i want the internet

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

2 (actually index). two is company

i really havent

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

bro i read nothing in my life

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

hello reader,

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i want to do that too

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

the site i am dreaming

December 2025

its performative

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

plato

is this you as well

ion

we can only engage in such a way

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

not their contents

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.