as in
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i love it here
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
...
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
so an active mazelike process
i was tempted to lie about my name
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
but really the thing should be autonomous
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
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it