Better Lift

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Style

so an active mazelike process

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

much more tactility

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

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

lol yea

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

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given