Thank you, Jack

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

was it worth it

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting