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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

currently

1

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

feel you

abrar?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yeah

but really the thing should be autonomous

ahnaf abrar

Lift Analysis

i was tempted to lie about my name

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

yes

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

idk

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

no like which do people call me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

so an active mazelike process

like magnets

fw