I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: the tendency to confabulate and to hallucinate is hereditary
fun sentence from the show I’m watching, which happens to be polish, called project ufo. today was nothing special. work was fine, but the coworker…
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≻: getting more comfortable being behind
so now’s the time to catch up and stay on track (hopefully). the days a few ago were boring and the same so I didn’t…
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≻: slow and steady
though I didn’t feel like a won any races today, but I did get through it, yay me. the weeks do seem to be going…
