you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Today I felt like starting
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
in a post. I want to be remembered
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
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.
what do you think my name is
was it worth it
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
no longer writing in the third person