One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

wait what is that

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life