hello reader,
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
i really havent
wait what is that
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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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.
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
not their contents
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
you cannot feed someone truth
all that is to say
so at the end
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
that looks like my instagram account
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike