Lift Analysis

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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.

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

currently

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Style

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Better Lift

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.

fw

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

send your tumblr

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

its good short few pages

plato

as in

Today I felt like starting

we need to be deconstructing our identities


its good

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03