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.

division of reality is straying away from it

bro i read nothing in my life

as in

or never left

we need to be deconstructing our identities

god being the centre magnet

abrar?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetises a pin

so at the end

not their contents

propensity within someone

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

you cannot feed someone truth

...

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so an active mazelike process

it is hopeful

in a post. I want to be remembered