Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

it is hopeful

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book