a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Better Lift
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
not their contents
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
all that is to say
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone truth
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thank you, Jack
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.is everyoneback on tumblr now
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol yea
what do you think my name is
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
and the fake qualifier
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
bro i read nothing in my life
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then