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It Will Get Lighter

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

no i haven't really read anything

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

idk

yeah

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

and the fake qualifier

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

as in