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
it is hopeful
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
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
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thank you, Jack