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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Lift Analysis

It Will Get Lighter

currently

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

it is hopeful

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

plato

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


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

so at the end

we can only engage in such a way

thank you

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.