a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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
hello reader,
December 2025
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
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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.
the site i am dreaming
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.
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
abrar?
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
much more tactility
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.