autonomy of learning
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.
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.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
wait what is that
its good
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
magnetises a pin