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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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hello reader,

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

i really havent

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

was it worth it

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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as in

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so at the end

all that is to say