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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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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its performative
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
not their contents
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them