Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

really i want the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous


kind of mythopoesis

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Better Lift

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.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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



It Will Get Lighter

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged