Lift Analysis

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 know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

all that is to say

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

i really havent

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i dont understand magnetisation

I am below everything.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

what do you mean

its good

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?