I am below everything.

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.

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.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

magnetises a pin

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

idk

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

what do you think my name is

bro i read nothing in my life

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it