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Softly falling snow
More quiet than the silence
In the starlit night
~October 2020
I miss New England and-
I wanna go back to college and-
I miss when we had landlines and instant messenger and-
I wanna get my polaroid working and photograph everything and-
I wish I remembered my childhood and-
I wanna take stupid pictures of us all the time and-
I wish sometimes I'd been born right but then we might've never met and-
I want it to be fall forever-
I want summer to never end-
I wanna go to the mall
5/10/2024
Never go to Uqbar, my darling little girl
'Tis a trap that will consume you, a curse upon the world
For in that land that nestles 'twixt the Axa and Khaldun
They storytell incessantly of the dreadful Tlon
It is no place for travellers, of that do be assured
For Tlon is made to modify the way you view the world
Philosophies are well and good when one can them escape
But when they over-fascinate, the world changes its shape
So should you ever find yourself in disbelief of nouns
Or Berkeleyan idealism to anyone expound
Do quickly strive to anything you wish to save perceive
For anything forgotten will dissolve before the eve
(axaxaxas)
5/20/2024