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 cannot feed someone truth

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

division of reality is straying away from it

much more tactility

that looks like my instagram account

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

your feed looks like my tumblr

so at the end

December 2025

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its good

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

and the fake qualifier

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

is this you as well

propensity within someone

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.