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 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

I Write Goodbye Letter

ahnaf abrar

abrar?

no like which do people call me

i really havent

idk

thank you

i have read not even 1 book

its good

isaac newton

whats your name?

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

like first name

have you read

magnetisation/form

you have a beautiful account btw

your feed looks like my tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its performative

ion

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Rain, starting

Style

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hiding from the rain