no longer writing in the third person

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

I am below everything.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

god being the centre magnet

December 2025

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

currently

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

like magnets

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

which magnetises chains of pins

the site i am dreaming

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.

we can only engage in such a way

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

lol

...

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

but i respect your search

sorry i am texting like a slav

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

its good