this will be about a slug
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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

...

and the fake qualifier

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so at the end

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.

and the fake qualifier

lol

i really havent

It Will Get Lighter

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.

so an active mazelike process

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

much more tactility

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i dont understand magnetisation

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

no longer writing in the third person

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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like 1. way too specific.