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.

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

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. way too specific.

the site i am dreaming

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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.


as in

feel you

whats your name?

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sorry i am texting like a slav

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

its good short few pages

not so on: yvf(wthw)


idk

no i haven't really read anything

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

have you read

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

wait what is that

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i dont understand magnetisation