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.

Better Lift

Style

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

plato

so at the end

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so an active mazelike process

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

isaac newton

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

send your tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

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.

or never left

i love it here

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good short few pages

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.