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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

currently


think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

hiding from the rain

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

so at the end

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Worse Lift

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.