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.

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.

was it worth it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and the fake qualifier

we can only engage in such a way

idk

Slug

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

division of reality is straying away from it

the site i am dreaming

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

ahnaf abrar

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

lol

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

...

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

or never left