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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

division of reality is straying away from it

It Will Get Lighter

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

its performative

much more tactility

plato

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

abrar?

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

magnetisation/form