Today I felt like starting

Style

currently

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

But seriously, thank you, Jack

Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.