Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Today I felt like starting
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.hello reader,
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
December 2025
was it worth it
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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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
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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