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.

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

Slug

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the site i am dreaming

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

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

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

not their contents

i really havent