The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
all that is to say
the site i am dreaming
i have read not even 1 book
you cannot feed someone truth
i love it here
...
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah
so an active mazelike process
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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.