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.
the site i am dreaming
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.
hello reader,
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
and the fake qualifier
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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in a post. I want to be remembered
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Better Lift
you cannot feed someone truth
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
so at the end
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