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.

the site i am dreaming

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

2 (actually index). two is company

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

bro i read nothing in my life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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Slug

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like magnets

magnetises a pin

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

kind of mythopoesis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i love it here

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

what do you think my name is

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

god being the centre magnet