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.
was it worth it
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
...
the site i am dreaming
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
...
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
so an active mazelike process
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
that looks like my instagram account
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
much more tactility