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.

hiding from the rain

Better Lift

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

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

is this you as well

i understand

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

thank you

no longer writing in the third person

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac newton

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

its good

yeah

it is hopeful

all that is to say

plato