"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

but i respect your search

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Today I felt like starting

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

was it worth it

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

i love it here

autonomy of learning

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

I Write Goodbye Letter

we can only engage in such a way

"Put a blanket."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so at the end

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.