a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Today I felt like starting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out....
wait what is that
its good short few pages
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
fw
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
all that is to say
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
like first name