a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Picture

hiding from the rain

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.

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

i dont understand magnetisation

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

Better Lift

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Rain, starting

this will be about a slug

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

Worse Lift

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.

It Will Get Lighter

autonomy of learning

no i haven't really read anything

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

December 2025

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."