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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

really i want the internet

Thank you, Jack

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

like first name

plato