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.
wait what is that
isaac
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
all that is to say
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we need to be deconstructing our identities
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
propensity within someone
its good
so the method has to be autonomous
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i want to do that too
i was tempted to lie about my name
what do you mean
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.
plato