i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
lol
division of reality is straying away from it
all that is to say
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.
i have read not even 1 book
really i want the internet
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
December 2025
as in
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class