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day 3 of moving: i feel fake. this town feels too small. like when you're stuck at a snobby art party and everyone's talking about which pencil brand they use and it begins to feel like that's the whole world- but it's not you know it's not because the world whispers to you
the trash can says, "i too, exist." every human being that walks in this space says, "i too exist" https://t.co/eanT0Zv0ad
mildly curious thing about coming back to university as a graduate student: i feel friends with the students, with teachers, with the admins and employees equally before i don't think i really noticed the employees. they weren't people to me, relevant people
every cadaver says, "i exist." i feel more sane. i know these things know of birth and death https://t.co/jKuxcg5kt6
does this campus know of birth and death? i dont know. maybe the stories it tells of itself don't, but the flowers, life force and innocence in everyone do. every act of any movement does. it's all deeply, viscerally, uglily alive
every person and every artifact on this earth is a bit like this lily https://t.co/BKUnFP8xPH
they bloomed! maybe it was the sugar, or keeping them away from a cold draft they're gorgeous. idk if you've seen a lily with open eyes. they're unreal, one of nature's most sexual creations and to have two in my room? spaced far apart. it's a cozy dream, but it's just my room
every moment of silence feels important https://t.co/VEESTpINCt
living on slow time in a place hungry to lay claim to any unprotected moments https://t.co/vJR7EUHR8B
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