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

Better Lift

was it worth it

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.



Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

wait what is that




December 2025

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


Slug

no longer writing in the third person

the site i am dreaming

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i really havent

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

autonomy of learning

this will be about a slug

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

It Will Get Lighter