no longer writing in the third person
we can only engage in such a way
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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December 2025
was it worth it
i really havent
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
ahnaf abrar
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i dont understand magnetisation
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good
so the method has to be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in
not so on: yvf(wthw)
have you read
all that is to say
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
its good short few pages
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
bro i read nothing in my life