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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone truth

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like magnets

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

plato

whats your name?

i dont understand magnetisation

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.