The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I am below everything.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
not their contents
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Lift Analysis
you cannot feed someone truth
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
but i respect your search
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Thank you, Jack
yes
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it