really i want the internet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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was it worth it

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I am below everything.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue