We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i love it here
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.
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much more tactility
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"Put a blanket."
hello reader,
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
in a post. I want to be remembered
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.