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.

I am below everything.

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

lol

idk

ion

what do you mean

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

IWGD

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

was it worth it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.