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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.

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

i love it here

not their contents

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Rain, starting

magnetisation/form

its performative

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

as in

barren land

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

propensity within someone

your feed looks like my tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

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

idk

Worse Lift

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

we can only engage in such a way

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse