we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

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



The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.


...

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Slug


i really havent

I Write Goodbye Letter


this will be about a slug

2 (actually index). two is company


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

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.


...

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

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.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i love it here

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life