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December 2025

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then


the site i am dreaming

wait what is that

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 Write Goodbye Letter

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

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. way too specific.

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.


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Thank you, Jack

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

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

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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


It Will Get Lighter


It Will Get Lighter