i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

2 (actually index). two is company

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

the site i am dreaming

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

i really havent

Slug

It Will Get Lighter

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.

December 2025

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