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.

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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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

i really havent

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore 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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

Today I felt like starting

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.

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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.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13