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 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
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.
plato
much more tactility
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
so at the end
you cannot feed someone truth
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
your feed looks like my tumblr
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
not their contents
what do you mean
we can only engage in such a way
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.