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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
yes
not their contents
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a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
lol yea
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i see a website
i dont understand magnetisation
hiding from the rain
yeah
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
propensity within someone
division of reality is straying away from it