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

idk

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

2 (actually index). two is company

this will be about a slug

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.


somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

December 2025

...


Can I see

wait what is that

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

1

. way too specific.

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

that looks like my instagram account

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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