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abrar?

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

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

i really havent

2 (actually index). two is company

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Picture

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

wait what is that

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

...

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.