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.

abrar?

bro i read nothing in my life

propensity within someone

all that is to say

yeah

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

send your tumblr

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Better Lift

whats your name?

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

feel you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine