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.

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

its performative

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

send your tumblr

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

but i respect your search

i have read not even 1 book

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

division of reality is straying away from it

your feed looks like my tumblr

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

lol yea

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

Better Lift

isaac newton

fw

no i haven't really read anything