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
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.
like first name
so at the end
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
lol yea
we can only engage in such a way
idk
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
or never left
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
send your tumblr
division of reality is straying away from it
sorry i am texting like a slav
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Better Lift
have you read
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting