Thank you, Jack

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.

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

wait what is that

much more tactility

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Slug

...


this will be about a slug

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Can I see

propensity within someone

abrar?

and the fake qualifier

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

"Put a blanket."

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

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