i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

i really havent

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the site i am dreaming

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

all that is to say

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

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

wait what is that

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

Rain, starting

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

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