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.

send link

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

2 (actually index). two is company

hello reader,

the site i am dreaming

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

like first name

lol

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

propensity within someone

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