plato

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

currently

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

brb i will read and reply sincerely

really i want the internet

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

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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