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notes

these notes are ephemeral and will sink to the bottom of the sea, never to be seen again โš“

maybe march

maybe march, but she already april ๐ŸŒท

maybe marine

maybe marine, or maybe the colours of the {#FF0000 r}{#FF7F00 a}{#FFFF00 i}{#00FF00 n}{#0000FF b}{#4B0082 o}{#8B00FF w}

like salmon

we swam into the new year

tinned fish

they are having a real comeback these days, no? {#c0c0c0 ><(((ยบ>}

water skin

dipping my toes past the skin of the water. a simple temperature test.

lost lakes

in a city that used to be a lake. one day, i think it shall sink.

a white squall

as if out if {#F9F6EE nowhere}.

๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ’ฆ

think of me as a ๐Ÿ“– with wet pages.

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.

( ห˜ ยณห˜)ใƒŽ ยฐโ๏ฝก

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.

๐Ÿชฑ 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 ๐Ÿ”ฎ

crudo

sailors love rum too.

sun on the surface๐ŸŒž

sun in the fog forest. no fog today. yet.

hello World ๐ŸŒŠ

just dipping my toes at the surface.

ephemerality

these notes are ephemeral, as i write more the old ones will sink into the depths.