After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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.

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


Better Lift

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

currently

It Will Get Lighter

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike