with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

so at the end

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

ion

wait what is that

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

send your tumblr

magnetisation/form

magnetises a pin

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

plato

isaac

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

yeah

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