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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

so an active mazelike process

i really havent

not their contents

your feed looks like my tumblr

...

currently

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so at the end

Better Lift

its good

whats your name?