Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

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

Thank you, Jack

yeah

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

...

all that is to say

send your tumblr

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

13, H, grate

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

that looks like my instagram account

was it worth it

its performative

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

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

autonomy of learning

wait what is that

your feed looks like my tumblr

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?