what do you think my name is

is this you as well

i love it here

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

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

plato

plato

i really havent

its good

December 2025

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

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

no i haven't really read anything

Slug

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Today I felt like starting

yeah

have you read

i really havent

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 at the end


as in

wait what is that