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.

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

Lift Analysis

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

kind of mythopoesis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

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

Can I see

much more tactility