yes

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.

kind of mythopoesis

and the fake qualifier

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

have you read

god being the centre magnet

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.

...

isaac

like magnets

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

1

. way too specific.

I Write Goodbye Letter

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

hello reader,

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

its good

Lift Analysis

feel you

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

in a post. I want to be remembered

i dont understand magnetisation

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i understand

which magnetises chains of pins