Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thank you, Jack
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
it is hopeful
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no longer writing in the third person
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
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Can I see
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
you have a beautiful account btw
Better Lift
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46