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.

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

and the fake qualifier

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

currently

idk

but really the thing should be autonomous

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

lol yea

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

13, H, grate

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

much more tactility

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