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

i have read not even 1 book

like first name

2 (actually index). two is company

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

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

It Will Get Lighter


December 2025

and the fake qualifier

I Write Goodbye Letter


not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

Better Lift

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

autonomy of learning

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

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

have you read

magnetisation/form

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

no i haven't really read anything

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

this will be about a slug

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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