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

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

It Will Get Lighter

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

it is hopeful

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

is this you as well

plato

like first name

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

that looks like my instagram account

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Better Lift

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

and the fake qualifier

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

1

. way too specific.

so an active mazelike process

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

fw

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier