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

Worse Lift

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


hiding from the rain

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

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

Lift Analysis

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

propensity within someone

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

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

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.

yes

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only." 
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He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.