Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

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


It Will Get Lighter

have you read

and the fake qualifier

like first name

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

Slug

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

its good

plato

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

the site i am dreaming