Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Style

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'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 see a website

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

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

IWGD

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Today I felt like starting

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

Better Lift

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

that looks like my instagram account

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.