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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Rain, starting

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.

i really havent

in a post. I want to be remembered

hello reader,

division of reality is straying away from it

It Will Get Lighter

...

2 (actually index). two is company

the site i am dreaming

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

its good short few pages

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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