you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

which magnetises chains of pins

its good short few pages

propensity within someone

its performative

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

god being the centre magnet

feel you

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

as in

Slug

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

December 2025

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

its good

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

plato

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

barren land

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.

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.