Rain, starting

plato

much more tactility

barren land

idk

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.