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.

so an active mazelike process

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

plato

what do you think my name is

thank you

hiding from the rain

not their contents

its performative

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

which magnetises chains of pins

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I am below everything.

yeah

its good short few pages

isaac newton

i really havent