He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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.

Slug

i really havent

December 2025

and the fake qualifier

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

wait what is that

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

the site i am dreaming

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

what do you mean

brb i will read and reply sincerely