Worse Lift


i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Thank you, Jack

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

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.

i see a website

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

no longer writing in the third person

isaac newton

god being the centre magnet

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

your feed looks like my tumblr