i want to do that too

barren land

sorry i am texting like a slav

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i love it here

the site i am dreaming

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.

and the fake qualifier

i understand

we can only engage in such a way

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

is this you as well

yeah

thank you

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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin

which magnetises chains of pins

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

Thank you, Jack