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.

you have a beautiful account btw

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i see a website

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

so an active mazelike process

but i respect your search

Picture

Lift Analysis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

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

kind of mythopoesis

brb i will read and reply sincerely


13, H, grate

Better Lift

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Today I felt like starting

but really the thing should be autonomous

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i want to do that too

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever