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.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

Lift Analysis

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

that looks like my instagram account

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

isaac newton

which magnetises chains of pins

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is this you as well