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.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

kind of mythopoesis

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Thank you, Jack

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Better Lift