so at the end

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I am below everything.

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.

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


Lift Analysis

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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