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division of reality is straying away from it

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Better Lift

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?