I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
division of reality is straying away from it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Lift Analysis
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
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
Better Lift
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
is this you as well
like magnets
i understand
isaac
god being the centre magnet