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

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

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yeah

much more tactility

no like which do people call me

feel you

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

isaac

so at the end

i was tempted to lie about my name

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac newton

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its performative

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.

so an active mazelike process

its good

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.