a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Lift Analysis
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
no longer writing in the third person
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i really havent
Can I see
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wait what is that
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
but really the thing should be autonomous
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
...
but i respect your search
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
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