lol yea

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

hello reader,

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

13, H, grate

wait what is that

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

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Rain, starting

send link

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the site i am dreaming

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

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

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Can I see

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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December 2025

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.