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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

much more tactility

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

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

propensity within someone

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

Worse Lift

autonomy of learning

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

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting