i understand
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
isaac
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
feel you
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
your feed looks like my tumblr
magnetises a pin
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
lol yea
currently
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.
and the fake qualifier
no longer writing in the third person
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so an active mazelike process
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books