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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

but i respect your search

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so at the end

you have a beautiful account btw

no longer writing in the third person

we can only engage in such a way

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Better Lift

propensity within someone

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue