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

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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Rain, starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Today I felt like starting


was it worth it

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

yeah

this will be about a slug

plato

i really havent

kind of mythopoesis

i dont understand magnetisation

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

and the fake qualifier

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

but really the thing should be autonomous