Lift Analysis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Better Lift

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.

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

abrar?

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.

idk


i love it here

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

its performative