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.

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.
this will be about a slug

December 2025

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

...

Slug

It Will Get Lighter

...

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

idk

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

wait what is that

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

plato

that looks like my instagram account

propensity within someone

no like which do people call me