Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
what do you think my name is
as in
hello reader,
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
all that is to say
its good
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything