06.13.2025

[Frax]

I sleep when the ceiling forgets to hum and the walls no longer watch me. I eat when the fridge permits and the air doesn't taste like waiting. I brush my teeth only when the mirror sighs back, and I go outside if the sky looks lonely enough to need me. My thoughts are soft, long loops with no arrival, drifting like dust that never lands, only spins under the influence of things I can’t name. Hours pass not by clocks but by subtle shifts in how still the room feels, and I move when stillness becomes unbearable. I drink water when it stares at me too long, and I shower when the silence becomes sticky. My life is a rhythm not made of beats but of gentle permissions, when objects allow, when moods align, when the nothingness folds just right. I exist not with urgency but under soft conditions, under passive agreements with the furniture, the air, the vague pressure of time. I act only when acted upon, not by force but by suggestion, and sometimes even thinking feels like too bold a motion. Mostly, I let the day happen to me like background music I didn’t pick, playing just loud enough to fill the room but never loud enough to make me care.

- John 06.13.2025

Spoiler

I posted this here because I didn't want a ton of people seeing it.

 

[2R0I2P0]

I sleep when the ceiling forgets to hum and the walls no longer watch me. I eat when the fridge permits and the air doesn't taste like waiting. I brush my teeth only when the mirror sighs back, and I go outside if the sky looks lonely enough to need me. My thoughts are soft, long loops with no arrival, drifting like dust that never lands, only spins under the influence of things I can’t name. Hours pass not by clocks but by subtle shifts in how still the room feels, and I move when stillness becomes unbearable. I drink water when it stares at me too long, and I shower when the silence becomes sticky. My life is a rhythm not made of beats but of gentle permissions, when objects allow, when moods align, when the nothingness folds just right. I exist not with urgency but under soft conditions, under passive agreements with the furniture, the air, the vague pressure of time. I act only when acted upon, not by force but by suggestion, and sometimes even thinking feels like too bold a motion. Mostly, I let the day happen to me like background music I didn’t pick, playing just loud enough to fill the room but never loud enough to make me care.

- John 06.13.2025

Spoiler

I posted this here because I didn't want a ton of people seeing it.

i suggest you read borges short stories, you would enjoy what he says, i don't know any good translation, but yeah

 

[Frax]

i suggest you read borges short stories, you would enjoy what he says, i don't know any good translation, but yeah

I've read a few actually, really good author