i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

...

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

it is hopeful

god being the centre magnet

and the fake qualifier

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

idk

isaac newton

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.

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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.

I am below everything.

was it worth it

its good

Better Lift

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

whats your name?

i really havent

propensity within someone

Style

hiding from the rain

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

Rain, starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03