in a post. I want to be remembered

really i want the internet

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"Put a blanket."

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

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.

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.

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It Will Get Lighter

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

it is hopeful

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Can I see