The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I am below everything.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Better Lift
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
no longer writing in the third person
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 first name
fw
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models