Slug

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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.

It Will Get Lighter

hiding from the rain

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

so an active mazelike process

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

or never left

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

whats your name?

Thank you, Jack

hello reader,

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

sorry i am texting like a slav

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but really the thing should be autonomous

have you read

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

much more tactility