the site i am dreaming

It Will Get Lighter


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


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it


the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


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.

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.


I Write Goodbye Letter

...

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.