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isaac newton

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

autonomy of learning

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it


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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

and the fake qualifier

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis


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

god being the centre magnet

fw

plato

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

December 2025

thank you

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