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Better Lift

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Picture

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

you have a beautiful account btw

yes

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

so an active mazelike process

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

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 am below everything.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Can I see

Better Lift

but i respect your search

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate