Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.


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.



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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

magnetisation/form

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

wait what is that

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

bro i read nothing in my life

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

Better Lift

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.