Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Lift Analysis


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

not their contents

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Rain, starting

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