the site i am dreaming

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

currently

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

was it worth it

no longer writing in the third person

or never left

Slug

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

idk

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.

yeah

plato