Thank you, Jack
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.
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
magnetises a pin