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.

no longer writing in the third person

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


wait what is that

bro i read nothing in my life

i have read not even 1 book

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you mean

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

barren land

Picture

the site i am dreaming

or never left

feel you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I Write Goodbye Letter

that looks like my instagram account