There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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 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.
its good
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
isaac newton
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
sorry i am texting like a slav
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
as in
magnetises a pin
its good
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i dont understand magnetisation
isaac
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.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
Today I felt like starting
yeah
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.