Better Lift

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.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

but really the thing should be autonomous

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

kind of mythopoesis

i want to do that too

which magnetises chains of pins

whats your name?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but i respect your search

god being the centre magnet

abrar?

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

lol yea

like first name