There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

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.

Better Lift

hiding from the rain

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."