The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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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i really havent
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
really i want the internet
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wait what is that
bro i read nothing in my life
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged