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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
it is hopeful
whats your name?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i want to do that too
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
barren land
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Lift Analysis
yes
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
no like which do people call me