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.

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

yeah

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

13, H, grate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

magnetises a pin

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

its performative

i understand

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

thank you

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models