autonomy of learning
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.
Better Lift
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
what do you think my name is
all that is to say
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
we can only engage in such a way
December 2025
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
so an active mazelike process
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier