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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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

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.

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

plato

sorry i am texting like a slav

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Slug

was it worth it

thank you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.