wait what is that

division of reality is straying away from it

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it is hopeful

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos