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.

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

the site i am dreaming

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

so at the end

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

that looks like my instagram account

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Better Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"