isaac newton

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Thank you, Jack

not so on: yvf(wthw)

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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December 2025

I Write Goodbye Letter

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

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.

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

yeah

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its good

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

Thank you, Jack

is this you as well

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

whats your name?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak