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.

Lift Analysis

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

its good

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

much more tactility

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

autonomy of learning

Style

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

i really havent

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.

Picture

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


the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

...

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

i understand

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.