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think of me as a ๐ with wet pages.
notes
these notes are ephemeral and will sink to the bottom of the sea, never to be seen again โ
atmospheric
the clouds are an ocean โ๏ธ.
sinking feeling
these thoughts will float high until they sink.
bubbles
it has been years since i read bubbles by peter sloterdijk. it had a profound effect on me.
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oranges
i once mistook a truck full of unripe oranges for tennis balls. now i see an orange orange bobbing in the river. did it fall off a tree?
"i've sunk your battleship"
a win is a win is a win, until it isn't.
๐ชฑ bait
failbait is my kind of bait.
inky surprise
i left a felt pen in my overall pocket and washed them. now they have funny little inky spots on the left leg.
a sinking feeling
fall moves quickly here. winter will arrive soon. cold fronts and fog.
determined prey
some little fish make better prey than they do fish.
buoyancy
my body doesn't float all so well and i am not a strong swimmer.
monday
it is like waking up underwater.
the future is
palm reading for cephalopods ๐ฎ
crudo
sailors love rum too.
sun on the surface๐
sun in the fog forest. no fog today. yet.
hello World ๐
just dipping my toes at the surface.
ephemerality
these notes are ephemeral, as i write more the old ones will sink into the depths.