Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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I am below everything.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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."

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.

Slug

the site i am dreaming

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

1

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

"Put a blanket."

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

But seriously, thank you, Jack