Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

god being the centre magnet


is this you as well

...

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.

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.

Picture

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