that looks like my instagram account

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

no longer writing in the third person

it is hopeful

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Better Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

13, H, grate

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack