like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

Style

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.


Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

we can only engage in such a way

i want to do that too

idk

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.

its good

which magnetises chains of pins

in a post. I want to be remembered

yeah

is this you as well

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

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

It Will Get Lighter