a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Worse Lift

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

much more tactility

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

fw

lol

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Rain, starting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

yes

you cannot feed someone truth