ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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
isaac
thank you
i love it here
Today I felt like starting
plato
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
sorry i am texting like a slav
ion
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.