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

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

2 (actually index). two is company

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

hello reader,

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

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

1

idk

and the fake qualifier

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

sorry i am texting like a slav