like magnets

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

autonomy of learning

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

division of reality is straying away from it

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

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


Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

we need to be deconstructing our identities

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Lift Analysis

was it worth it