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

like first name

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

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Worse Lift

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

"Put a blanket."

Picture

but really the thing should be autonomous

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.