Better Lift

it is hopeful

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

IWGD

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Picture

so at the end

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

like first name

magnetises a pin

"Put a blanket."

send your tumblr

whats your name?

or never left

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

its good

barren land

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i was tempted to lie about my name

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

so an active mazelike process

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

ion