Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


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.

Better Lift

IWGD


barren land

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Lift Analysis

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

division of reality is straying away from it

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

fw

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.

i have read not even 1 book

"Put a blanket."

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