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.
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.
the site i am dreaming
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i really havent
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
lol
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you mean
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
was it worth it
really i want the internet
I am below everything.
Thank you, Jack
"Put a blanket."
so an active mazelike process
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.