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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I Write Goodbye Letter

bro i read nothing in my life

barren land

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I am below everything.

lol yea

or never left

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.

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

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

2 (actually index). two is company

lol

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?