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

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

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

wait what is that

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send link

not so on: yvf(wthw)

the site i am dreaming

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

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

have you read

i want to do that too

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