as in

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life


ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

December 2025

Slug

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.

wait what is that

this will be about a slug

It Will Get Lighter

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

like first name

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

was it worth it

the site i am dreaming

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

ion

division of reality is straying away from it

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

so the method has to be autonomous

i really havent

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I am below everything.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

all that is to say