Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

it is hopeful

its performative

sorry i am texting like a slav

you cannot feed someone truth

yeah

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