December 2025
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.
it is hopeful
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and the fake qualifier
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
wait what is that
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
kind of mythopoesis
...
currently
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a post. I want to be remembered
idk
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
...
its good
we need to be deconstructing our identities