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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.in a post. I want to be remembered
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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.
it is hopeful
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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hiding from the rain
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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