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dusk

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

it is hopeful

Picture

and the fake qualifier

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

have you read