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.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
hiding from the rain
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
we can only engage in such a way
so an active mazelike process
in a post. I want to be remembered
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
really i want the internet
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Lift Analysis
yes
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Today I felt like starting
have you read
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
no i haven't really read anything