sorry i am texting like a slav
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
all that is to say
what do you think my name is
like first name
autonomy of learning
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
thank you
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
plato
i want to do that too
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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
you cannot feed someone truth
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
god being the centre magnet
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class