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 Will Get Lighter

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

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


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abrar?

so the method has to be autonomous

plato

isaac newton

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

Lift Analysis

this will be about a slug

no like which do people call me

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

but i respect your search

isaac

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then