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

yes

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


It Will Get Lighter

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

you have a beautiful account btw

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

December 2025

I Write Goodbye Letter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

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