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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

It Will Get Lighter

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Better Lift

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


Style

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

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?

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i see a website

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

Thank you, Jack

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

...

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

IWGD

send link

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

the site i am dreaming

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.