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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


Thank you, Jack

yes

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

but really the thing should be autonomous

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.