Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

that looks like my instagram account

have you read

i have read not even 1 book

this will be about a slug

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

...

it is hopeful

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.

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.


Style

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

is everyoneback on tumblr now

kind of mythopoesis

and the fake qualifier

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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