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.

Slug

bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)


wait what is that

send link

2 (actually index). two is company


it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

December 2025

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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

this will be about a slug
It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

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.

hello reader,

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