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.

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

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

plato

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

...

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

bro i read nothing in my life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
is this you as well

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

plato

i dont understand magnetisation

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

I Write Goodbye Letter

no longer writing in the third person