She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
kind of mythopoesis
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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Better Lift
lol
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
its performative
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
propensity within someone
so at the end
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03