Worse Lift

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

idk

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good

i love it here

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

not so on: yvf(wthw)

have you read

2 (actually index). two is company

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

god being the centre magnet

whats your name?

you cannot feed someone truth

I am below everything.

propensity within someone

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

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