Today I felt like starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"Put a blanket."

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.

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

and the fake qualifier

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

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. way too specific.

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.

Worse Lift

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

this will be about a slug

like magnets