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.

the site i am dreaming

propensity within someone

lol yea

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

much more tactility

no like which do people call me

send link

wait what is that

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

ion

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

lol

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

your feed looks like my tumblr

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

1

or never left

Rain, starting