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.
the site i am dreaming
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah
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not their contents
so the method has to be autonomous
much more tactility
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls