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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

in a post. I want to be remembered

December 2025

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

the site i am dreaming

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

...

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

this will be about a slug

...



She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

13, H, grate

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

but i respect your search

barren land