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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.

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.

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its performative

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so at the end

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i dont understand magnetisation

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

sorry i am texting like a slav

or never left

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

autonomy of learning

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like first name

thank you

I am below everything.