The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i have read not even 1 book

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

lol yea

Today I felt like starting

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

no like which do people call me

like first name

Better Lift

what do you mean

idk