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.


confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

the site i am dreaming

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

ahnaf abrar

or never left

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

1

. way too specific.

feel you

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

what do you mean

god being the centre magnet

much more tactility

abrar?

this will be about a slug
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

no i haven't really read anything

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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