The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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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.
December 2025
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
have you read
idk
its good short few pages
no i haven't really read anything
autonomy of learning
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barren land
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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
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bro i read nothing in my life
"Put a blanket."