There is a series of alterations occuring. to the dormant conscious, a one. i see my facade, which was assumed to be the convergence, a tangent to the active principle of my-self, is a distraction that builds a pleasant world around itself, despite transforming constantly.
it feels like the continuous claustrophobic hypnagogia peeled off a nerve in my head, a 13th cranial nerve. the bare nerve that both
— Feb 26, 2026 05:03PM
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