you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good

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.

and the fake qualifier

as in

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

not their contents

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

what do you mean

Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

we can only engage in such a way

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.

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

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

like first name

propensity within someone

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

its performative

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

division of reality is straying away from it

its good

hiding from the rain

autonomy of learning

send your tumblr

no longer writing in the third person

in a post. I want to be remembered

isaac