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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

kind of mythopoesis

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its good short few pages

Lift Analysis

its good

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol