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.

December 2025

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I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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


not so on: yvf(wthw)

have you read

is this you as well

plato

wait what is that

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

abrar?

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

i want to do that too

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

this will be about a slug