like first name
magnetises a pin
ion
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
have you read
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
no i haven't really read anything
and the fake qualifier
i love it here
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.