I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Today I felt like starting

god being the centre magnet

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

its performative

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all that is to say

idk

magnetisation/form

the site i am dreaming

or never left

hello reader,

its good short few pages

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

lol yea

isaac