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

i was tempted to lie about my name

its performative

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

is this you as well

propensity within someone

we can only engage in such a way

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

all that is to say

we need to be deconstructing our identities

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

as in

isaac newton

ahnaf abrar

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

what do you think my name is

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

its good

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

was it worth it