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

December 2025

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but really the thing should be autonomous

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it is hopeful

bro i read nothing in my life



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

It Will Get Lighter