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.

was it worth it

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

ahnaf abrar

what do you mean

so the method has to be autonomous

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

whats your name?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

fw

i dont understand magnetisation

sorry i am texting like a slav

much more tactility

that looks like my instagram account

lol

you have a beautiful account btw

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

currently

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

have you read

I am below everything.