i really havent

brb i will read and reply sincerely

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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

IWGD

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.

its good short few pages

this will be about a slug


mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression