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.

this will be about a slug

bro i read nothing in my life

sorry i am texting like a slav

i dont understand magnetisation

ion

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

so at the end

the site i am dreaming

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

isaac newton

Thank you, Jack

Slug

It Will Get Lighter

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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


no longer writing in the third person

isaac