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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

13, H, grate


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.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08


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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

IWGD

Better Lift

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

Rain, starting

Worse Lift

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol

Can I see

no longer writing in the third person

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

fw

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation