Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

like magnets

Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

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

Worse Lift

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

in a post. I want to be remembered

1

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

yes

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

not their contents

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

as in

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i have read not even 1 book

propensity within someone

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

its performative

lol