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.

all that is to say

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetises a pin

...

It Will Get Lighter

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

this will be about a slug

and the fake qualifier

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

thank you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

division of reality is straying away from it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

isaac newton