part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

Better Lift

Better Lift

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Can I see

you have a beautiful account btw

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

Rain, starting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

like first name

December 2025

or never left

kind of mythopoesis


wait what is that

so the method has to be autonomous

and the fake qualifier