He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


Can I see

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

so the method has to be autonomous

or never left

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yeah

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

plato

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

much more tactility

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Slug

i want to do that too