so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

currently

no longer writing in the third person

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

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.

Picture

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

really i want the internet

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

hiding from the rain