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

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Better Lift

it is hopeful

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Worse Lift

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

you have a beautiful account btw