you cannot feed someone truth
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
as in
December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
you have a beautiful account btw
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
the site i am dreaming
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Thank you, Jack