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.

really i want the internet

Lift Analysis

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

I am below everything.

Today I felt like starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

so an active mazelike process

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

Style

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

yes

so at the end

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

you cannot feed someone truth

was it worth it