Lift Analysis

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting

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.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

magnetisation/form

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?

propensity within someone

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but really the thing should be autonomous

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

Style

hiding from the rain

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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autonomy of learning


okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

as in