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.

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter


Style

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

It Will Get Lighter

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

yes

you cannot feed someone truth

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Better Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

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.

much more tactility

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.