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 am below everything.

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

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.

that looks like my instagram account

Picture

plato

yeah

division of reality is straying away from it

as in

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

magnetisation/form

plato

bro i read nothing in my life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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