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.

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

send link

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good short few pages

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so at the end

all that is to say

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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so the method has to be autonomous

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

no i haven't really read anything

barren land

magnetisation/form

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

the site i am dreaming

but i respect your search

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

plato

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

i dont understand magnetisation

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

"Put a blanket."

have you read