2 (actually index). two is company

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Better Lift

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Today I felt like starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike


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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

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