lol

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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.

the site i am dreaming

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

idk

so at the end

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It's

dusk

December 2025

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak