the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
kind of mythopoesis
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
December 2025
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
"Put a blanket."