as in
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i really havent
December 2025
hiding from the rain
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models