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.

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.

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

currently

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

really i want the internet

but i respect your search

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

Better Lift

i want to do that too

lol yea

propensity within someone

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

that looks like my instagram account

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50