or never left

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

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

currently

no longer writing in the third person

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

IWGD

division of reality is straying away from it

no like which do people call me

It Will Get Lighter

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

so at the end

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

autonomy of learning

I am below everything.

god being the centre magnet