in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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hiding from the rain

or never left

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idk

13, H, grate

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.

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Slug

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i really havent

isaac

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

like first name

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

much more tactility

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I Write Goodbye Letter