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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Better Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
we can only engage in such a way
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
is this you as well
all that is to say
idk
thank you