Lift Analysis

Worse Lift

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

It Will Get Lighter

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Picture

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?


i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it


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

hiding from the rain

Rain, starting

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.

like first name

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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no like which do people call me

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

which magnetises chains of pins

god being the centre magnet