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

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 Will Get Lighter

Picture

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

currently

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

is everyoneback on tumblr now

your feed looks like my tumblr

much more tactility

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