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Better Lift

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

so an active mazelike process

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.

we can only engage in such a way

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

send your tumblr

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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