but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

yes

...

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

December 2025

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

hello reader,

Slug

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