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.

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.

send link

the site i am dreaming



this will be about a slug

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


and the fake qualifier

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

December 2025

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

1

. way too specific.

hello reader,

hiding from the rain


the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

bro i read nothing in my life

not so on: yvf(wthw)
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

we need to be deconstructing our identities